How embarrassing…

I am SO embarrassed.

In my last post I told you my middle name was Schnoodle.

My middle name is NOT Schnoodle. I GO BY Noodle the Schnoodle but Schnoodle is not my middle name.

My middle name is Pants. As in Noodle Pants. It has been since the 2nd day I lived with Mom and Dad. Dad’s daughter gave me my middle name. She and Mom call each other Pants (don’t ask), so she said I needed to be a Pants, too.

The worst part of this is that Mom does the typing and she LET me write Schnoodle.

Mew mew mew yur Mumma must have been sleepy to let you type Schnoolde fur yur middull name!!
Pantss iss a uneek middull name an mee likess it! LadyMum told mee a funny story about a teen boy shee mentored at Native Centre yearss ago. His name was Billy an hee was hypurractive an funny! One day hee was wearin his pantss hangin low like thee young boyss do an LadyMum tried to pull them down thee rest of thee way….efurryone looked purrty tentytive an when Billy pulled his pants uppy’; they ackshully fell rite down so hee was standin inn his undiewearss!!! Without missin a beet, Billy said xcitedlee, “Don’t you just HATE pantss??” An then efurryone erupted into lafftur an LadyMum gotted a good story. (An Billy started wearin a belt to hold them pesky pantss uppy!!)
LadyMum saw grown uppy Billy a few yearss ago an they had a good laff about thee ‘good old daysss’…
So there iss a funny story; maybe that iss why yur name iss Pantss all so???
Mew mew mew Siddhartha Henry Penry =^,.^=

BOL BOL BOL! My name is Pants because my mom calls her step-daughter Stephy Pants and stephy calls Mom, Pants. That story goes back even farther to when they used to play a game called Rock Band on the Playstation. You could pick your band name or it could make one up for you. The name it made for them was Sparklepants. So they were each Pants. When I moved in, they wanted me to be a pants too. Silly, ladies. *ear licks*

Why should you be embarrassed? Obviously it’s your mom’s mistake because she didn’t forget it. If a human makes the same mistake you do, it’s their fault. It’s a rule! We should know. Everything is Jan’s fault.

Dear friend, take that pillow away, no reason to be embarrassed. Your name does not change you, you are always the same warm hearted dog, Noodle Schnoodle Pants J. Parker, it is you, not the name.
Warm kitty hugs to you and a kiss to Macy,
Kosmo,
a cat in faraway Finland.

Crikey Noodle PANTS Schnoodle get out from under that pillow quick. You look like a panda or something there. See … one black ear, one black and white ear, two black eyes and a big black schnozzle. Stupid peeps …. they never get anything right, aye??